Graving
One thing I didn't get around to doing this summer, that I really, really had planned on doing, was graving. You know, going out to the cemeteries and just walking around, reading the headstones, trying to imagine the lives of those who once lived and are now gone. I've always loved the stillness and serenity of the cemetery. My mother never understood it when I was growing up....I think she thought I was a bit warped (and I suppose there could be some truth to that ), but for me, it was a way... Sign in to see full entry.